Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.